Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1283

In an instant, she became frantic, her eyes darting towards the source of the sound.

“lan, are you alright?

lan held her back, pressing her gently onto the couch

Tm fine, just stay still.”

Tears welled in her eyes instantly

I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry I thought someone was impersonating you. I smelled something off about you, felt the floor different beneath me. Was I moved somewhere else? Was I just brought back?”

Her mind was a whirlwind

lan held her hand, his chest still being stitched up

“Maja, it was just a nightmare”

Maja was speaking incoherently To an outsider it might seem as though she’d lost her mind

“I didnt”

Her voice trailed off as she heard Phelps cautioning fan.

“Avoid water near your wound, be careful of a similar accident happening. If that knife had hit your heart, no one could’ve saved you”

Phelps words hit her like a punch, freezing her instantly

She almost killed lan

her attack, he would be

sweat trickled down her back, her voice failed

Phelps had told her it would take at least three days for her to regain her voice yet she was

can I speak

like a moth trapped in the darkness, battering itself against invisible walls, unable to find an exit.

hand, urging her to calm down

days, running a fever. It broke just a couple of days ago.

unconscious for four days? But why hadn’t she felt anything?

incense in the house, why is there suddenly incense”

get it. You mentioned having trouble sleeping,

felt a floor different from the one

with a pain so intense

dressed now. He pulled her into his arms.

a nightmare scare you?

didnt know what

from the

an accident, what if it turns into a homicide next time? I think she should see a shrink Maybe her time at Eric’s mansion has caused some psychological issues she’s

get a psychologist for her. She’s not making much sense. We may not be so lucky next

her close gently kissing her cheek in reassurance.

questioning whether she had a

moment, she genuinely believed she was speaking to someone other than lan, and felt like she was trapped

she was living under lan’s watchful eyes, he wouldn’t let

her voice a mere whisper, “Maybe we should call a psychologist, I might

It was just a nightmare. Let’s not talk about this

disapprovingly, it seemed like he was willing

expressions, so naturally, she didn’t see lan

The Olson and the Casson families had been reaching out to him, most likely wanting lan to apologize, but given lans current state, he hardly had